Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

A weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

next moment.

His head was suddenly separated from his body, and there was a bloody spine hanging under his neck, as well as a large pile of intestines and other disgusting things.

The black pupils instantly turned scarlet.

The teeth in the mouth become sharp and pointed.

call out!

The flying headman's speed increased instantly, and the black hair grew wildly, like steel needles.

He suddenly attacked the naive little guy in front of him!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"Do not do this!"

The little guy's aggrieved big eyes were full of pitifulness.

It only feels that it is too miserable, really too miserable!

After finally achieving success in practice, she went out full of anticipation to find a person with good luck.

Help yourself to be sealed, and then help it to become human, and then...

It will also repay the kind person like the story in the book.

Then the sky and the earth are big, you can let it go out and be chic!

The ideal is very happy, but the reality is very skinny.

The poor little guy has lived in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, following the cultivation methods left by his ancestors.

Don't know much about the outside world.

The person who asked for the seal for the first time.

Hmm...he is an evil cultivator who practiced the art of lowering his head!

A pure demon cultivator like it is also a good material for cultivating evil arts for evil cultivators.

So ever.

A chase and killing drama was staged in the thousands of miles of forest.

Crisp and full of desperate cries.

It reached the ears of Tang Sanzan.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced over with a little surprise.

"Funny little guy, a white weasel."

He looked at the little guy who seemed to be aware of his breath and kept approaching.

The corners of Tang Sanzan's mouth rose slightly.

He was very interested in the legends of mountain spirits and monsters before traveling.

Especially this weasel that can be sealed like a human being.

It is also an indispensable theme among all kinds of miscellaneous notes.

But today, I encountered a living thing.

"Help!"

"Help, big brother!"

"Boss, help me! I'm still young, I don't want to die yet, blah blah..."

The moment the little guy saw Tang Sanbu.

The big round eyes were instantly filled with hope.

Extraordinary, domineering and awe-inspiring.

These two somewhat contradictory adjectives are the little guy's first sense of Tang Sanzhu.

But...more importantly.

The little guy thought that the monk in front of him must not be a simple existence.

because...

With their special ability of this family.

The little guy can feel that the luck of the person in front of him is so majestic as to be terrifying!

If the luck value of ordinary people is a point.

Then the monk in front of me is probably at least a lot, a lot, a lot!

According to the records of their family, people with great luck must be loved by the world!

If someone like this can be granted a title, I'm afraid there is a real possibility of being directly granted a title!

Of course, this so-called Conferred God is only a special deity similar to the Mountain God Land.

It is not realistic to want to reach the sky in one step.

It's just... right now is obviously not a good time to ask for a seal.

Little Ming'er was about to be harvested by that Flying Man.

Seeing that Feitouman was about to catch up with him, he didn't care too much.

I can only call for help to the monk in front of me, praying that this mighty monk can show kindness and save himself.

As for asking for seals... now it is completely forgotten.

Survival is the most important thing!

The rat has a long life, and it doesn't want to just belch like this.

"Ah..."

Tang Sanzan chuckled, and stretched out a palm as white as jade.

Seeing this, the little guy jumped up obediently, and squatted obediently on top of Tang Sanzan's palm.

far away.

A trace of fear flashed in Feitou's scarlet pupils.

A foul-smelling liquid was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the spine and intestines hanging below his head gave off a foul stench.

The black hair growing wildly like steel needles originally stabbed in the direction of the weasel.

But at this moment, because of Tang Sanzan's sudden appearance, he had to stagnate in midair.

After much hesitation.

There was a flash of greed in that Flying Man's eyes: "Vald donkey, hand over that little thing, and we will not mess with the river!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Because of the congenital miraculous reason.

That evil cultivator couldn't see through Tang Sanzan's cultivation at all.

It's just a subconscious feeling, the monk in front of him is not a good stubble.

Therefore... he didn't intend to kill anyone, but he couldn't resist the temptation brought by the weasel.

Therefore, he thought it was very reasonable to discuss terms with Tang Sanzan.

It showed a fierce, cruel and terrifying appearance.

I want to defeat the opponent from a psychological point of view!

However...

What he didn't know was.

There are two words that must never be mentioned in front of Tang Sanzan, it can be regarded as a big taboo!

However, this evil cultivator mentioned it recklessly!

"Ah..."

Tang Sanzan chuckled, the corners of his mouth crazily raised.

A mouthful of teeth as white as snow was exposed.

"You...how do you want to die?"

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Chapter 228

Looking at the extraordinary monk in front of him.

With a cold smile on his face.

And that faint feeling that made Xie Xiu a little uneasy.

The face of the head flying in mid-air changed silently.

The cold sweat that shouldn't have appeared on Fei Touman's forehead quietly dripped down.

The black hair dancing wildly like steel needles seems to have softened at this moment.

It perfectly reflects its strong desire to survive.

This wave - it's called Congxin!

"Ahem..." Feitouman, the evil cultivator, coughed twice in embarrassment.

Originally ferocious expression, ferocious appearance.

Forcibly showing an ugly smile, he said, "I'm sorry to bother you, I don't want that weasel anymore. If you're interested, little master, you can take it home and keep it for fun. Ahem, I'll leave first, goodbye!"

After Fei Tou spit out such a sentence nervously and hastily.

It turned around and flew in the direction it came from!

However, in the face of such a scene.

Tang Sanzan still had a faint smile on his face, not in a hurry.

Even... that Flying Man's speed was extremely fast, and he almost lost track of him in the blink of an eye.

next moment!

The invisible and formless unique power of law and order quietly diffused from Tang Sanzan's body.

The past Buddha of the third Buddha.

The power of the "past" exerted a terrifying power.

The little weasel in the palm of Tang Sanbu's big round eyes were full of astonishment.

It's not Miss Li.

The Flying Head Man who had already escaped by him.

It actually flew back with its head turned away from Tang Sanzan and it in a very strange posture!

That speed is exactly the same as the speed when he escaped.

Even the escape route is exactly the same!

The little weasel was stunned, completely unable to understand what was going on.

It just knows that the appearance of this scene must have an inseparable relationship with the handsome and jade-like monk beside him.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Tang Sanzan imitated Flying Touman's voice and laughed.

That laughter made Fei Touman, whose whole head was trembling crazily, and his heart fell to the bottom of the valley.